This is a song about "Rims"

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

You never play with young boys cause they never private

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

When you took my hand up so calm

My ride old but my rims new,

I don't wanna damage you

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,